"Speak for yourself." Gojyo tosses his hair back like a shampoo model, then stands, stretches, and gestures to Sanzo... all without once looking in Hakkai's direction.

"Come on, Sanzo. I'll buy you a drink an' you tell me where th'hell you've been." The burn on his arm from Hakkai's chi-blast itches something fierce, and Gojyo rubs at it unconsciously.